I don't care if Lady Gaga is your fashion idol can we please put on some pants?

UGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I had a totally long, totally awesome post all typed up that was super involved and took me forever. Then I lost it. And I don't feel like recreating it and am now super bumbed. so instead I'll, in the words of Inigo Montoya "Let me esplain. No too long, lemme summup".

First I talked about how people don't ever seem to wear pants, just leggings or tights with which one can see everything. I ranted a little (something I do often- just ask me about Cedar Point, I dare you. I've accepted that ranting, or in other cases, raving, is a neccesary part of my personality as I attempt to hold on to my fragile sanity, despite the fact that I actually hate to complain) about them then added that I don't actually know anything about fashion as I cannot coordinate an outfit without jeans.

Then I complained a little more about my sinus infection. It sucked, was painful and drippy. I went throught the three stages: the onset, where I feel muzzy (is that a word? it is now) and my ears are clogged, my throat is sore, and life is dizzy. Then is stage two, the pain and pressure stage, during which it is impossible to sleep and what little sleep is done sitting up. The final stage is the drippy stage during which I have to stay close to a waste basket. Then I summed up by singing "stay on the happy side, always on the happy side, stay on the happy side of life, whoo hoo. You'll feel no pain as we drive you insane, so stay on the happy side of life." And decided to take this 4H camp advice. If one can stay happy as the eather bunny is run over I can stay happy during a sinus infection. Then I added, a sinus infection in Florence is far better than a sinus infection anywhere else.

Then I talked about how Italians never have clocks anywhere and how my addiction to knowing what time it is has become pretty obvious. I'm pretty good at living without time during the summer, while camping and while on holiday break from school. But here when I have to be places at certain times it gets pretty hard.

Then I discussed Lost. I think. WARNING, HERE BE SPOILERS ON THE SEASON PREMEIRE.

• How are the Lostians able to be in two places at once?


• Why did they bring back Juliet for two seconds then just kill her again? Seriously? Thats just cruelty.


• BOONE!!!!! CHARLIE!!!!!!! So good to see you again. Its interesting how Charlie meant himself to die on the plane then was "fated" to die on the island. I wonder if its connected.


• There were others missing from the plane that we didn't see like Walt's dad and Shannon. Probably cause they couldn't get them back or something.

This isn't nearly at all everything I said\wanted to say. I'm officially angry at life now. Especially since its snowing, something that apparantly never happens in Florence. Curse you global warming!

Tootles. I'm sorry for the aweful blog. I'm not even going to edit it- thats what I was trying to do when it disappeared. :( Next time will be better. Especially since Venice is this weekend!

I'll leave you with a view down the Arno in Pisa, just so I'll have a picture. My lovely roommate Alaina took it of course: